Home Plate (Easton U Pirates 2)

His confession washed over me in a crushing tide of emotion. I knew how hard it was for him to ask to be touched, and how desperately he craved it. But this was something altogether different, like he was putting his trust in me, and I wanted nothing more than to experience everything with him—together.

“Okay, I hear you.” I pecked his lips. “I dreamed about a night like this, with you. It’s why I made sure I had condoms and lube.”

His cheeks darkened as his fingers twisted in my hair, our foreheads resting together.

I kissed him slower, gentler. My lips feathered along his jaw, then down his throat to the center of his chest. He shivered at my touch, his nipples hardening as my thumb traced them in a circular pattern, then blazed a trail of gooseflesh across his rib cage.

I walked him backward toward the bed, and when he sank down, waiting for me to make the next move, to give him what he asked for, it felt heady.

Leaning forward, I sucked on his lips and tongue and throat, wanting to leave a bruise on his skin—to help him remember what this was, who we were—but knowing it was a bad idea.

He was being brave, maybe braver than me. But given our history, he could look like he did now—his eyes emerald pools of intensity, subtly hiding the fear right under the surface—and still decide to bolt at a moment’s notice.

Except tonight had felt different than the times before. He’d completely let go in the club, in front of friends, not worrying about who saw us. I loved seeing that side of him.

Lowering myself on top of him, I felt the hard ridge of his cock against mine as he grabbed fistfuls of my ass, kneading my cheeks and making me tremble.

My cock ached as I gripped us both and rutted against him. “It’ll probably be painful—at first.”

“It won’t. Well, maybe a little, but…” He looked away, slashes of rosy color along his cheeks. “I’ve been…using my fingers, to practice.”

I groaned because if that wasn’t the hottest thing…Maclain playing with himself, learning what turned him on…

Shifting away momentarily, I reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer. “Let me see. Stick your fingers in your hole.”

His face flushed hotter still as I also placed a condom on the mattress and eagerly waited, not wanting to rush him.

Maclain turned on his side, one knee jutting out over the other, then held out his hand for the lube. I wet both of our fingers, then watched as he reached between his cheeks like he knew exactly what he was doing. Jesus, he was killing me.

He had trouble keeping his gaze on me as he bit his lip in concentration and slid his finger partway inside. I felt my cock jerk as he gasped and probed deeper.

“Ah hell, why is that so hot?” I reached for him, rubbed my hand up his thigh to relax him, unable to take my eyes off the area where his digit disappeared inside his hole. I gulped, imagining it being me and wanting nothing more in that moment. With a shaky grip, I held his ass cheek open with one hand and traced his rim with my finger.

“Fuck,” he squirmed against my hand as if extending an invitation. So I inched my finger alongside his, and we both groaned as his slick hole accepted the intrusion.

He was warm and tight, and I stared down in wonder. “I can’t believe this is happening. That both of us are inside you.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, and shuddered as I pushed my finger all the way in. When I pegged his prostate, he moaned and pleaded for more.

I gave him what he wanted, and together we prepped him as he trembled and rocked against our fingers. My hand on my own dick, I squeezed the base to keep myself in check because this was like watching my wildest fantasies come alive.

“Want you, Nickie.” Hearing him sound so damned needy unlocked something inside me. That last holdout piece before I was all in.

I briefly shut my eyes to steady my racing pulse, then concentrated on rolling the condom down my stiff shaft and slicking it with lube. “How should we…?”

Maclain removed his fingers from his ass and rolled to his back without hesitation. “Like this?” He lifted his knees, boldly giving himself to me. I groaned because, holy shit, that was a sight to behold. When I finally dragged my gaze away from his tight, pink hole and met his eyes, I saw the raw vulnerability there.

I leaned forward to gently kiss his lips. “You know it’s okay to change your mind, right?”

“Not gonna change my mind.” His hand latched around my nape, and when he dragged me down to fit our mouths together, I wished again that we’d connected in that way sooner. “Now stick your dick inside me.”